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seared through her, through veins and muscles and organs until she began to fear spontaneous combustion.
     
    She moaned low in her throat and reached for Gabe, pulling him over her, onto her, wanting to feel every inch of his body pressed against every inch of hers. He stared at her out of eyes burning with need, studied her, watched her, waited for her.
     
    Cupping his face in her hands, she looked deep into his eyes. “Please.” She arched her back, spread her legs, tugged at him until his cock was pressed against her. “I need you. Please.”
     
    She saw the moment he slipped the restraints he’d placed on himself, saw lust, raw and needy, explode within him at her words. Grasping the front of her dress in his strong hands, he shredded it from neckline to hem with one downward tug. She gasped as the cool air hit her hot body, arching her back, and he took one of her ripe, raspberry-colored nipples in his mouth.
     
    She screamed then, her hips moving restlessly against his, the muscles of her vagina contracting again and again. She wanted more, needed more, but he held her there, pinned by his weight and suckled while her body caught fire. Each swipe of his tongue made her moan, each graze of his teeth took her higher and higher until she could think of nothing but him, desire nothing but his hot possession. Forever.
     
    She was wet and slick, her thighs drenched and her clit aching for his touch. He ground his cock against her, once, twice, and she came—her body going off like a firecracker on the Fourth of July.
     
    He reached a hand to her other breast and squeezed the nipple tightly. The painful pleasure took her higher and she convulsed again, her orgasm going on and on.
     
    And still he wasn’t done tormenting her, tasting her, driving her completely mad. His hands tugged at her hair until her mouth met his for one long, passion-drenched kiss. And then he was moving, his lips grazing across her cheek, stopping momentarily to blow on the sensitive spot behind her ear. He turned her onto her back, and stripped the ruined dress from her. Roughly. Deliberately. Then he leaned forward and bit the nape of her neck. And lit her up all over again.
     
    She screamed again, her hands fisting in the blood red sheets beneath her. “Do it,” she begged. “Please, just do it!”
     
    “Do what?” he answered, pressing his cock against her ass as his wicked, wonderful mouth worked its way over her shoulder and down her arm.
     
    She cried out, unable to stop the sound or the sobs of desire that then wracked her body, one after another. She arched against him, helped him settle more firmly between her thighs. He rewarded her with a sharp nibble along her spine while his hand crept around to her clit and began to stroke her firmly.
     
    Every muscle in her body stretched tight and she rode his hand, too far gone to care that she was begging him with every movement she made, every sound she uttered. “Fuck me,” she demanded, burying her face in the sheets to stop herself from screaming. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” It was a litany, her new mantra, and she didn’t care how desperate she sounded. She was desperate. He was going to kill her if he kept this up.
     
    “Where do you want me?” He turned to her side, ran his tongue over her suddenly dry lips. “In your mouth?” he asked, before licking his way to her breasts. “Between your tits?”
     
    She whimpered and bucked against him as her need shot out of control. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes!”
     
    He straddled her, his eyes gleaming. “But I haven’t finished listing your choices.” He drew first one nipple and then the other into his mouth as his talented fingers rubbed teasingly over her breasts.
     
    He rolled her over, worked his way down her spine one teasing lick at a time. Without warning, his teeth sunk into her ass, nipping her before his tongue soothed away the sting. Straddling her, he grabbed a wrist in each hand, spread-eagling her